I am a wicked dragon, and you want me to fall into goodness?

The wind suddenly stopped.

The sulfurous smell from the dragon and the bloody smell from the ground were completely suppressed by the aura of the two moons, almost completely dissipating.

Arya's sobs stopped abruptly.

She lowered her hands from her face, her pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints, and all color drained from her face.

Caleb stood frozen in place, his eyes fixed on the two moons, his lips trembling.

A suppressed growl suddenly escaped his throat, a sound unlike anything a human could make, more like the roar of a trapped beast.

Those eyes, which were originally filled with fear, suddenly surged with a wild, scarlet light.

The bones made a sickening crackling sound, as if something was trying to break free from the flesh.

His arms swelled in an eerie arc, coarse gray-black hair piercing through his clothes, and wildly growing downy hair crawling all over his neck and cheeks.

The fingernails suddenly lengthened, transforming into sharp claws that gleamed with a cold light.

Under the calm gazes of the crowd, Caleb's figure twisted violently in the light of the silver moon.

His back was arched high, his clothes were torn inch by inch, revealing a muscular body covered with thick mane.

His facial bones were wildly reshaped, his nose collapsed, his mouth was torn to the roots of his ears, and his white fangs pierced his lips, making him look like a wolf's head.

"Perhaps it's more appropriate for me to answer this question."

Pu Se's huge pupils contracted slightly, and for the first time, a barely perceptible hint of surprise flashed across his usually indifferent vertical pupils.

The enormous head lowered slightly, the tip of its nose almost touching the giant wolf's mane.

Its nostrils flared as it carefully sniffed the mixture of human scent and wild animal stench emanating from the other person.

It is neither a cursed monster nor a naturally conceived beast.

This power within their bloodline carries a rage that has been suppressed for too long, mixed with a trace of human struggle.

So this is a bloodline sorcerer who has just awakened?

Did he unexpectedly unleash his full potential under pressure?

Puse slowly raised its claws, which were pressing down on Garrett's mangled body, by half an inch. A deep dragon roar escaped from its throat, unlike the oppressive aura it had before.

"Interesting... It turns out that such things are hidden among those ant-like humans."

The captain's eyes swept over the frozen crowd before returning to the dragon Puse.

Caleb—no, at this moment, the werewolf was surrounded by a faint silver-gray aura.

The halo acted like a thin armor, completely covering the wounds on his body from the impact with the rubble.

Everyone watched as the bleeding abrasions and bruises scabbed over and fell off at a visible speed, revealing new skin covered with fine, short hair.

His body size has increased again.

A few strands of silvery-white mane spread out from the shoulder blades onto the body that was originally covered in gray fur.

Its claws became even sharper, the tips gleaming with a metallic gleam. With a gentle scratch, the pebbles beneath its feet turned to dust.

Even in those scarlet eyes, there was a hint of calm and calculation that didn't belong to a wild beast.

This is no longer an ordinary werewolf awakened by the moonlight, but a being that has shed its mortal shackles and transformed into an elite werewolf warrior.

A low-ranking elite warrior.

With life energy around level 3, the challenge level increases by 1, reaching level 4, which can be considered as a mid-level professional.

With such combat power, he might be able to contend with that group of goblins in his blast state, but for Puse, it would be a matter of a single claw strike.

Captain Caleb slowly lowered his head, the low growl in his throat gradually becoming clearer, and continued to answer the question he hadn't finished earlier.

"The Crimson Empire's power comes from the favor of the gods."

There is no doubt that there are gods in this world.

According to Caleb, there are countless gods in this universe who display power and authority, but only two gods are the most active.

One is Runewall, the silver moon god who hangs high in the eternal night sky.

The other is Seravis, the God of the Blood Moon, who sometimes disappears and sometimes tears through the night.

It's not because these two gods are the strongest, but because they were born on this continent, and the cost of interfering with this material world is less.

Gods in other multiverses, however, have to pay an even greater price.

"As for me... I am half a subject of Runewall, the god of the silver moon, a half-werewolf who failed to be transformed from a human."

"My bloodline is imbued with the rage and self-healing power bestowed upon me by Him, yet I cannot control this power, unlike a true werewolf who can freely switch fighting stances."

Werewolves are transformed from humans, possessing greater strength, a lifespan two to three times longer, and the ability to manipulate minds.

Unlike the gnolls from the abyss, these creatures retain their full consciousness and do not descend into chaos or madness.

Aside from being more protective of race and family, it has almost no downsides.

If you still consider yourself human, then you can maintain a human appearance for the rest of your life.

He raised a claw covered in fine down, and pointed the sharp fingertip at the hazy silver moon on the horizon.

"The God of the Silver Moon created the Holy Radiance Empire, and the God of the Blood Moon created the Crimson Empire."

"Only under the watchful eyes of the gods and bound by faith could the history of an empire span the long river of time and reach seven thousand years."

"As for Elijah... they are a diverse group of people with no unified faith... and it has been countless years since they have received divine guidance."

Poseidon's enormous head turned slightly, the surprise in his vertical pupils faded, and his gaze passed over Caleb and landed on the long-eared tribe member huddled in the crowd.

"Then why is this long-eared tribesman in your group? Aren't there deep-seated hatred between your races?"

Behind Caleb, the slender figure that had been shrinking back trembled slightly.

Linor slowly raised her head, her long, pointed ears drooping, but she didn't bury her face in her chest again.

"Racial prejudice... has never disappeared."

"But three hundred years is too long. Elia has no divine protection, no unified laws, only endless monster invasions and resource struggles."

"The forest products of the Long-Eared Tribe and the production techniques of humans are both things that the other party needs, so there will always be some tribes that cooperate with each other."

Puser understood a little: "Oh, mutual hatred, yet forced to accept each other's existence?"

This world has extreme war factions, and there are also relatively moderate peace factions. No one knows who is right.

"Yes," Linor replied helplessly, "There are even examples of people from different races falling in love and marrying each other."

"Our race is the same."

Puse suddenly raised his head, his dragon face filled with shock: "Your race is the same?"

"Could it be that the long-eared tribe can actually reproduce with humans?"

What do you mean, that your long-eared tribe can reproduce with humans?

You're looking down on me!

You've been mocking me!

You not only mocked me, but you also tried to insult my race!!

Linor was furious.

From the start of the conversation, the dragon relentlessly attacked her racial issues.